Well gentle readers, i couldn't handle the new medicine Cymbalta any more. It took to much of a toll on my body. I could handle the nausea and the migraines... but the not sleeping for three days was far far too much.
When i began taking the plaquenil a year ago, i spent three weeks puking my guts up because of it. Eventually the nausea went away. The nausea had began to go away, and the headache lightening, but i laid awake for three days... and became very snippy.
Since stopping I've been sleeping again, i am back on my Prozac, i feel much much better. I'm sleeping at night and not puking :)
The weather has kind of taken a toll on my with the atmospheric pressures going up and down... I'm thankful we have had the constant pressure here lately. Its been nice on my body!
Something happened to me the other day that made want to write about the incident. Someone came up to me and say "Alisa I'm so sorry to hear that you have this horrible disease." It took me by surprise because in her voice she made it sound like i was dying. I told her there is nothing to be sorry about! she replied, "how can you say that! i feel so bad you have this!"
I stood and looked at her for a few minutes, I don't feel like i am a victim. I don't feel like I'm being punished. In fact i feel kind of happy that God saw fit for me to have this disease. No I'm not happy about being miserable, but i am happy because on this journey I've me some pretty UH-MAZING! people that i would not have met other wise. I don't know how I've lived my whole life not knowing them!
I was mad that it took so long for a diagnosis. I have no one else to blame but myself for the time it took... i let one person make me feel bad about myself...instead of talking about it and being honest with people i hid it. When you hide something its no one Else's fault but your own.
When i began taking the plaquenil a year ago, i spent three weeks puking my guts up because of it. Eventually the nausea went away. The nausea had began to go away, and the headache lightening, but i laid awake for three days... and became very snippy.
Since stopping I've been sleeping again, i am back on my Prozac, i feel much much better. I'm sleeping at night and not puking :)
The weather has kind of taken a toll on my with the atmospheric pressures going up and down... I'm thankful we have had the constant pressure here lately. Its been nice on my body!
Something happened to me the other day that made want to write about the incident. Someone came up to me and say "Alisa I'm so sorry to hear that you have this horrible disease." It took me by surprise because in her voice she made it sound like i was dying. I told her there is nothing to be sorry about! she replied, "how can you say that! i feel so bad you have this!"
I stood and looked at her for a few minutes, I don't feel like i am a victim. I don't feel like I'm being punished. In fact i feel kind of happy that God saw fit for me to have this disease. No I'm not happy about being miserable, but i am happy because on this journey I've me some pretty UH-MAZING! people that i would not have met other wise. I don't know how I've lived my whole life not knowing them!
I was mad that it took so long for a diagnosis. I have no one else to blame but myself for the time it took... i let one person make me feel bad about myself...instead of talking about it and being honest with people i hid it. When you hide something its no one Else's fault but your own.